Mad Dogs And Englishmen

In tropical climes there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire
To tear their clothes off and persprie.
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey,
Because the sun is much too sultry
And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray.

Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo,
Papalaka papalaka papalaka boo,
Digariga digariga digariga doo,
Digariga digariga digariga doo.

The native grieve when the white men leave their huts,
Because they're obviously definitely nuts!

Mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun,
The japanese don't care to.
The chinese wouldn't dare to,
Hindoos and argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one.
But englishmen detest a siesta.
In the philippines
There are lovely screens
To protect you from the glare.
In the malay states
There are hats like plates
Which the britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon
The natives swoon
And no further work is done.
But mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise for the eastern eyes to see
That though the english are effete,
They're quite impervious to heat,
When the white man rides every native hides in glee,
Because the simple creatures hope he
Will impale his solar topee on a tree.

Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa,
Bolyboly bolyboly bolyboly baa,
Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa,
Habaninny habaninny habaninny haa.

It seems such a shame
When the english claim
The earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth.

Mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The toughest burmese bandit
Can never understand it.
In rangoon the heat of noon
Is just what the natives shun.
They put their scotch or rye down
And lie down.
In a jungle town
Where the sun beats down
To the rage of man and beast
The english garb
Of the english sahib
Merely gets a bit more creased.
In bangkok
At twelve o'clock
They foam at the mouth and run,
But mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.

Mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.
The smallest malay rabbit
Deplores this stupid habit.
In hongkong
They strike a gong
And fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate
Who's in late.
In the mangrove swamps
Where the python romps
There is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous
Lie around and snooze;
For there's nothing else to do.
In bengal
To move at all
Is seldom, if ever done.
But mad dogs and englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.